Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot. My twitchin' muscles tease my flippant thoughts.
I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground, but it's all I'm doing now
- listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea. ~ Conor Oberst

July 25, 2007

A true-crime film based on the book by newspaper cartoonist turned investigative journalist- Robert Graysmith (Jake Gyllenhaal). Graysmith was sucked into the mystery of the Zodiac killer (spoiler link) as he was around the editorial floor of the San Francisco Chronicle when the killings took place in the early 60's. The killer sent letters to the paper- gaining publicity by having his cyphers printed under threat of more violence. He soon started a friendship with writer Paul Avery (Robert Downey Jr.)- teaching him about elementary code books, the film The Most Dangerous Game as inspiration, and cypher tricks that might lead to more information about the killer. The film then focuses on the police investigation by SFPD homicide detectives David Toschi (Mark Ruffalo) and William Armstrong (Anthony Edwards). This search soon leads to burn out on the part of both the media and investigators as leads seem to fail because of the dependency of the investigation on handwriting samples. The film eventually returns to Graysmith and his tenacious search for the truth, to the point of personal crisis- as his wife (Chloe Sevigny) leaves him. This film works because I knew very little about the case and was happy to follow the clues along to find out whodunit. Like a friend said to me about real-crime stories: they make you curious and inquisitive about how people go about making decisions and the intended and unintended consequences of these choices. This is an intriguing story that focuses more on the characters than trying too hard to weave an intricate conspiracy.

We are lonesome animals. We spend all of our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say-and to feel- ‘Yes, that is the way it is, or at least that is the way I feel it.’ You’re not as alone as you thought. —John Steinbeck